Elegy to My Hairline: A Dad Poem

One poem every day for twenty-eight straight days this February. Suffice it to say, I’m in my Poetry Era. My hairline quietly steps backlike an old friend saying goodbye without fuss.Temples thinning, crown opening to sky.I trace the new geography in the mirrorand feel less panic with each look, only time doing its gentle work.… Continue reading Elegy to My Hairline: A Dad Poem